trying to remember the events from the day before,
collapsing, tumbling, returning to dust
and rising in dawn to begin again, the plans
for the day collapsing, spinning and falling
into a jumble of what it should have been.
this is how our days go now, each
waiting for each other to materialize
as foundation, as the first course
for building our own world, each of us
at the last step of what we know
before stepping, hoping that the next
will find us lifted up
into what we have dreamed all along
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